They should probably have their own section, but Ill just use this thread.
Ill be posting my thoughts here.
I imagine you're on the edge of your seats.
My Current favorite Wu Tang Verses for each member are Rza- After the Smoke is Clear- Ironman Underprivileged, Grew up in a Stapelton house village, Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage When the water was flowin (Tang-O-Phonics number one) I spot a fifty-five borough A nigga was still flowin, Voice was echoin I rise high like an Opera's Procter wouldn't Gamble The sample, it shocked her My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu Some play peace like Donny the Guru Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutchu Undisputed champion Bell holders Shape and mold us Sole controler of the moon I, solar and polar I blow half smoke through my nasal Bust my ways with thirty words Wu-Tang wasn't for children like Cannibals raidin Sicilians
Gza-Knock, Knock - The Legend of the Liquid Sword I'm the outscene slang kicker with no parental sticker Risin y'all that wise words is much slicker Under circumstances label advances Ample opportunity, infinite chances The rhyme, the unrelated beef I don't stress I seen many killed for inifinte-e-less Ya raps need a clips that packed with lies Cowardlessly ya shot up those innocently wise In extra long verses hundred bars the lim' The percentage of the truth in the rhyme is one tenth A solid mass of minerals, easily broke down Hard rock MC's ya nothin but compound Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's in the videos with those questionable flows Take it twenty-six, cut it down to four bars, make it a hook if it's not I'm sure to send a book
Ghostface Killah- D.T.D.- No Said Date Yo, I got muscles in my index finger, even my mirror is diesel To scope two, so I could read you Without a jack, there, I'm still hittin' up people You were starvin' for beef, I had to feed you It's funny how Toney got a lot of sons around Nice dirty crib, with a lot of guns around Layin' up in Cheetah's, chillin' Treatin' niggaz like cavities, lead rocks'll be in your filling Bosses, C.E.O.'s, head niggaz in charge'll get whacked Actors, even down to the stars, you'll get clapped Skip back, I'm not a bullshit rapper My gun really do go off like that This is Ghost, high post, get your pot roast coked When the glock burst, it's all about clockwork Fuck around, and go to hell with a hot shirt I don't go to Chinatown for my fireworks I go to Aakmei, test him for a bomb, first Make sure he ain't lyin', tell on me, his eye'll squirt Ghost Deini is real, me and Killa'll peel Your cap back, and deliver the mil' Niggaz be pullin' out, but they don't use 'em Big giant joints, they stat and lose 'em The big yellow, this shit'll push your crew in Look you dead in your face, like "What ya'll doing?" Ain't killin' nothin', so stop pursuing Fuckin' with my click, you'll just get ruined Blowin' the weight, like breeze did brewing By the way, who the fuck, let ya'll fools in?
Raekwon- REC Room Therapy-Big Doe Rehab Yo, we been bagging since 18, kid, Polo Rugs on with gloves on Rented cars, fronting on winning broads Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves Beneton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we clapping Hats on, protecting your moms, you know how we play Spray something down if the team say It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings Whatever homeboy, you want it? You could get your receipt A little closer, you can sense we got heat, it's only me Plus four other ill gangstas, we all anxious To blow up your block and spank shit
Method Man-Justice For All- The Swarm Yo In The Heat of The Night my 4-7-7 mash on the mic Killarmy and Trappa John M.D. full metal jackets cuz' some gots to have it kill or be killed only time will reveal I think by myself and I drink by myself from 9-8 until let me know its real son if its really real understandable self explainable caution John Blaze flamable when under pressure, interchangable and still coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed how Johnny do it dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough) two and off stank pussy make my dick soft (huh) bottom line be this high, explosive not for the average Joseph come and get some hol' it, keep one up in the chamber blast wit' my middle finger now I toss men attack like the Four Horsemen see me dog walkin' strickly getty-o slang talkin' all up in thease guts, soften thease rap niggas, official we slap niggas wit' mak' charges dope shit regardless we usually take another niggas garments (what)
Inspectah Deck-Rules-Iron Flag Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball Role call where my niggaz that's one for all And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk Then smoke a ounce as we count mills Providin you pure ecstasy without pills
U-God-Sound the Horns-Chamber Music
Yo, you're hog-tied, I'm roping them, bitches, I'm gropping them Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium Super soak these niggas, stroke with the magnum force Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce I keep it gloss, I'm suited up for my franchise Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish Nigga, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing shit I be the street menace on my David Ruffin shit Police ain't cuffing shit, claiming I'm a crook Throw up my middle finger, I'm a hall of famer in my book Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork Bubble through, got the W on my hood shirt Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes I'm that superhero with the brand new costume
Masta Killa- The Jump Off- The W That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man for dead X amount of lead spray from the barrel Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit To make my niggas from East New York flip
Cappadonna- Daytona 500- Ironman Give me the the fifty thou, small bills My gold plate, my slang kills My Benz spills, whattup Lils Murder one Dunn Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs Let the Gods build, pull up the grill Check out the mad skills Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot Get yourself shot
O.D.B.- Dirty Mef- 4:21 The Day After... (Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck) Hahahaha.. yeah..
Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit One verse, and leave in a new Benz-er Take a trip down south and put some hoes to work, you hear me Dirt McGirt, you niggaz gon' respect it I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction I'm ready to thump, and get the whole crew arrested Bail 'em out, and laugh about it in Texas, yo And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac And hit the spot, in the hood where the happenings at Where the shootin' and the fightings and the stabbings at Where the Lincolns and the Chevys and the Cadi's at, shit Them down south niggaz been loved Dirt Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse Show respect to your niggaz, who been doin' it first And be comin' with that shit, I'm just doin' the worse
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